Mirror Of My Thoughts…

Software company managers

Are very unpredictable…

Even fate can be predictable sometimes…

If you work hard,

They make you work harder…

Ok, no issue.

I was ready to work harder…

But what if

They want you bend?

No, I won’t…

Equations have been critical…

Situations have never been more complex…

There have occurred unhealthy incidents…

Though I’ve been observing for a long time…

I waited hoping a new morning…

And that morning never came…

And I have put down my papers few minutes before…

Of course, no offer in left hand…

But am still in hope to get back to blogging

In a new morning….

Ms. Stella laughed, said, “Nothing lasts forever. I had known someday your blogging would come to an end; a rest to my soul.”

Love,

Satyabrata.

For last one week,

I’ve been working from 7.30am early in the morning..

And have no idea how long it will continue…

Assigning the dedicated processor on a running state,

I have to simulate the program in the software…

However sometimes my eyes get heavier,

And they get closed for minutes…

Hey Dad!

You use to run your fingers on my head,

That has been the way you’ve been blessing me

after your morning bath and Morning Prayer…

I would be sleeping still…

Not caring to respond you even…

That would be considered as my laziness then…

And you would be leaving my room…

Out of the blue,

I don’t realize I’ve been in my cabin…

Perhaps I’ve been sleeping for a while…

And I felt your hands running on my head…

I felt you kissing my forehead…

And this time I got up, responding you…

But you were not there…

The dedicated processor was taking care of the simulation automatically…

Ms. Stella said and asked, “You’ve never seen any girl in closed eyes till date, but your father this morning. Do you really love and honor him that extent?

Love,

Satyabrata.

Somewhere I had read the quote from Kennedy and I had liked it — “Our problems are man-made, therefore they may be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings.”

And I decided to watch the movie “Thirteen Days’ based on his dramatic solution. And hell, it shows how close we came to World War-III, precisely in October -1962 when Kennedy discovered that Soviet Union was installing nuclear missiles in Cuba and he wished to stop it desperately!!!

If you think the chair of the U.S. President is a seat of roses, after watching this movie, perhaps you’ll realize how many thorns are inside it. The movie entirely goes from the point of view of the White House. A group of highly intelligent men grapple a monumentally important problem – that’s to watch.

Well, I can’t express much here in my words. I liked the movie from the point is that it clearly (I mean very clearly) showed how even the slightest misjudgment by the U.S. or the Soviets during the crisis might have caused events to spiral out of control so that no one could prevent a nuclear holocaust. President Kennedy struggled hard to avoid making that one mistake which might be seen as an outright act of war by the Soviets.

The movie depicted the historical timeline of events, beginning with a high flying U-2 spy jet taking photos over Cuba uncovering missiles under construction. What I can say more is the script which was meticulously researched and was largely based on the secret tape recordings made inside the White House by President Kennedy.

A movie – must watch for everyone.

Uncle Sam was concerned if I would start reading on Kennedy after completing Achilles. Before he placed his question, I denied it.   

Love,

Satyabrata.

“Everything has a time” – Uncle Sam’s favorite quote and I agreed with him last night. As I started the book ‘The Iliad’ by Homer last week, I started enjoying it right from the start unlike ‘Gitanjali’ and I was immediately impressed by the great warrior Achilles. Homer wrote in page 12, “Achilles, fast in battle as a lion.” And slowly it goes in detail the before math of the famous ‘Trojan War’.

So why don’t you watch ‘Troy’? Uncle Sam suggested last evening.

Oh, I had nearly forgotten it. Yes, I did watch it in 7^th or 8^th semester. Though I could not understand it (Or do I understand it now better?), I could remember Brad Pitt’s heroic action very nicely.

And the movie is a perfect justice to the History. Right from the beginning the background music as well as the dialogue scores:  Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves… will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we’re gone… Then the episode of the history begins when the Trojan Prince convinces Helen, queen of Sparta to leave her husband. When Menelaus finds it out, he gets ready to start a war against Trojan which was never defeated before.

There goes a dialogue: This will be the greatest war the world has ever seen. And the Trojan War continued for 10 goddamn years!!!

Whatever…

I have started to like Achilles (both from the book and the movie). Perhaps he defined the term ‘Brave’. History says that he was invulnerable in all of his body except his heel. Legends state that he was semi-immortal. And the end scene in the movie goes exact when Brad Pitt is shot an arrow into his heel. No doubt that Brad Pitt did an impressive acting as Achilles. Each and every scene of the movie was justified.

Looking forward to accomplish ‘The Iliad’ and ‘The Odyssey’ in a straight sort…

Looking forward to download some movies from Wolfgang Petersen…

Ms. Stella concluded, “Sometimes I consider movie screen play writers worth more than book authors.”

Love,

Satyabrata.

A column in ‘The Hindu’ said yesterday:

A reader who likes to walk and talk, that’s how Githa Hariharan, author of award winning “The Thousand Faces of Night” and latest “Fugitive Histories” describes herself. Born in Coimbatore in 1954, she grew up in Bombay and Manila. She went on to work as staff writer in WNET-Channel 13 in New York and later at a publishing house in India as an editor. She shot to fame with her debut novel “The Thousand Faces of Night”, which won the Commonwealth’s Prize in 1993.

“It is important to say that I had done a lot of ‘apprenticeship work’ and gained experience before I got to the first novel,” she says. Pointing out that a writer’s job requires discipline, she says “there are days and even years before a book is complete and there is a lot of waiting, a lot of pottering around mentally.”

A voracious reader herself, she says that almost all writers are passionate readers. Does that mean that all readers can be writers? “The world would become a hellish place if all readers become writers,’ she says with a chuckle.

On the need of for Indian author’s need to write for the ‘other audience’, she says “There is a ‘jugalbandi’ that is going-on one hand is this visible creature singing a song of awards, prizes, development and India’s position as a global power, and then on the on the other hand, there is a shadow of this creature which is very vulnerable and asking for approval.”

The issue, she says is not about the theme, but what one’s take on it is. “What are the questions you are asking in your writings? What are the blue prints creatively? What is your work doing?”

Ms. Stella fronted her words, “A lot and a lot have been spoken and written, after that it’s too tough to create on your own and original.”

Love,

Satyabrata. 

Time may not permit to download and watch the movie. But the song is a welcome recipe from the hectic work.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE5q9kst-Zc

Ms. Stella consoled, “Its pity to work from 8am to 10pm. More to come.”

Love,

Satyabrata.   

It has been a long time when I had watched a cricket match in the television or read sports news in the leading dailies. But I take a glance on the headlines and the speaking tree column, perhaps regularly. I don’t bother whether India wins or loses. But it affects a lot, it hampers the workplace too. I see many people secretly opening cricket on-line websites in the cubicles, checking every minute. This – I don’t like.

Anyway, when I checked the newspaper yesterday, I was surprised…

TOI said – apart from the toss, the absence of in-form batsman Thilan – out with a hamstring injury – and Muttiah – down with a troubled groin – also did the hosts in as than 300 runs on the board and then crumbled to 273 all out to go down by 46 runs. The Lankans were off to a blazing start on the chase with Tilk and Sanath getting the first 50 off just 38 balls but 319 was a tall task under lights here….. It continued.

I immediately turned ‘The Hindu’, which said –

Tendulkar’s 138 was an exceptional innings; it illustrated his ability to play strokes on a powdery-slow surface against the new ball and maintain a brisk rate in the middle overs with minimal risk; it also proved that his endurance at 36 is still formidable. Although India was given a fright by Sri Lanka, the magnitude of the target allowed the touring side a considerable cushion….. It continued.

And I do believe the language was never so polished 3-4 years down the line. I can bet on it. It’s good to see things getting improved around you.

Ms. Stella said, “India won the final, it’s not a big deal for you. Language changed in the newspaper, it surprised you. What kind of person you are…”

Love,

Satyabrata. 

I’ve not read any poems before… nor any poetry books…

But I’ve been thinking to read ‘Gitanjali’ for a long time…

Not less than 5 months, I can say…

R.N.Tagore kept on flowing in my mind…

And I picked up the book from the classic store…

With an offer, “Buy two and get one free”…

“But what’s the result dude” – Ms. Stella’s query followed.

And I was sad.

My face was dull.

“If you don’t understand 5 pages in a 200 page book, it is okay.

But what if you don’t understand 18 out of 20?”

She laughed.

“Read good books, not great books” – she suggested.

“But how shall I distinguish?”

“You will learn it with time” and she left.

I kept on looking at her path.

I turned around.

I looked at my rack.

“The Odyssey” & “Iliad” were smiling with challenging looks.

Love,

Satyabrata.    

23 movies in June,

11 movies in July,

And only 1 in August that to in a theatre…

The reason being the laptop remained busy for downloading more than 300 movies, English TV serials and Japanese TV serials. Perhaps I have got enough storage for another year, to sit and watch.

So I just picked up in random, ‘The Beach’, not only to watch DeCaprio after ‘Titanic’ but as also a movie from Danny Boyle.

And the only thing kept me alive throughout the movie was DeCaprio.

I don’t know what the concept of the movie was.

I still don’t know if Virginie Ledoyen can be considered as the leading actress.

I still don’t know why I watched it previously checking it in IMDB, 6.2/10.  

Ms. Stella said, “Sometimes you should sit on wood to feel the difference from sitting on couch.”

Love,

Satyabrata.

(In The Photo : Doris Lessing, Winner of Nobel Prize for Literature-2007)

Doris May Lessing, a British writer was born in 1919 in Persia and won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2007, being the 11^th woman to win the prize in its 106-year history and also the oldest person ever to win the literature award. Her notable works include ‘The Grass Is Singing’, ‘The Golden Notebook’, ‘The Good Terrorist’ and ‘The Cleft’ and I chose the first one as my first one from her.

Sometimes I ask myself, let me tear the cover page. Let me proceed from chapter-1. When I turn the last page, can I say if it won any national or international award? Perhaps that will result my maturity gained (hopefully!). I like a book; because of what? Its rich content or because it won the award. Well, if I am asked what makes a book great, I would say that its plot. The plot has to be politically acknowledged. Undoubtedly Lessing chose a nice plot, I can say. But what scores is the structure development.

I read many books where plots move on, incidents carry on and twists turn but hardly do I feel myself enter through the character in the book. As I kept on turning on the pages, I realized that actually I was not reading a story, but I was inside a character and henceforth the development. The character was enigmatic overall and I was in the same spin!!!

Perhaps I do not prefer to narrate the theme or story in brief as I don’t feel it necessary in a blog. But I would like to add a paragraph from the book: (You may skip it)

It was beginning to rain; big drops blew in across Mose’s back, chilling him. And another dripping sound made him look down at the piece of metal he held, which he had picked up in the bush, and had spent the day polishing and sharpening. The blood trickled off it on to the brick floor. And a curious division of purpose showed itself in his next movements. First he checked himself and picked it up. He held it over the verandah wall under the now drenching downpour, and in a few moments withdrew it. Now he hesitated, looking about him. He thrust the metal in his belt, held his hands under the rain, and cleansed, prepared to walk off through the rain to his hut in the compound, ready to protest his innocence. This purpose, too, passed. He pulled out the weapon, looked at it, and simply tossed it down beside Mary, suddenly indifferent, for a new need possessed him.

This is In Depth. I say, In Depth. Again I say, when you read it first time, you may need patience. But when you read it second time, you enjoy The Beauty.

Ms.Stella said and suggested, “You wasted a lot of time reading bad novels. I want to see all the books in RED and BOLD font in your list. Read good books.”

Love,

Satyabrata.